She shook her head.
“If anything happens, I’ll come for you. It’s all right; I know how to handle him.”
“Say?”
“What?”
He looked down at her a moment, while, a little puzzled, she stood facing him, wondering.
“You’ve made up your mind, haven’t you?” he said abruptly.
She understood at once, but she waited some time before answering, as though the question were still undecided in her own mind.
“He needs me,” she said, at length, looking up into his eager eyes. Then she went back to the studio for the long night’s vigil.